I spent most of today doing housework. I cleaned the bathrooms, cleaned the kitchen, ran the sweeper, did 3 weeks’ worth of laundry, and went shopping for groceries and other supplies. Ugh.
Housework totally depresses me. It’s very mundane, I can’t surf the internet while doing it (for the most part), and the chemicals give me a headache. However, in between chore-type things, I also did some non-housework. Now it’s 3 a.m., and I’m totally exhausted (don’t feel too sorry for me, though, I woke up at noon today). I thought of the various housewifey blogs that talk about how housework is so much easier and fun if you don’t have a non-housewife job.
I’m not sure I agree with this. The actual housework itself is not terribly taxing — in fact, it’s just mindless enough that it bores me, but also just involved enough that I can’t really do anything else concurrently. Not for real, anyway (watching TV and listening to music doesn’t count). Actually, the only thing that kept me from breaking down in a fit of exhausted tears was my job, which I love so much that it’s like a fun vacation for me. I imagine that if I wasn’t working “outside” the home (though I technically work from home), I’d honestly go crazy.
My husband, on the other hand, is the opposite. He also loves his job (he’s also self-employed), but if he wasn’t working “outside” the home he’d chill out all day and read books and think life was generally fantastic. I’m not exactly Type A, but he is very Type B.
Anyway, housework is done for the next month, as far as I’m concerned. The boy can fold the laundry and do the dishes. I would totally hire someone to do all this, but we live in a two-bedroom apartment. Hiring someone feels a bit like a cop-out. That said, our “second income” (mine) is fairly significant, and so maybe a cop-out is in order.
Yeah, I fail as a housewife. But I’m hot, so who cares?